Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.